Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2005 07:03:27 -0700
From: dude sweet
Subject: Not Kid Stuff
When we were little, I used to see my friends wiener all the time; that's
what we called our dicks when we were little. We took baths together, ran
around naked with his mom or my mom trying to catch us; well that's when we
were very little. To tell the truth I don't remember that much about those
days, but when they tell stories, I sort of remember. Plus at Jason's house,
that's my friends name; his mom has a picture of us both naked playing with
the hose in their backyard. We had tiny little wieners then.
When we got older, we stopped taking baths together and stopped running
around naked, but would still flash each other our dicks when we were
changing clothes or nobody else was around. Sometimes we would even piss
together. I liked looking at Jason's wiener, but don't think he felt the
same way about mine. He just did it because we always laughed and it was
something fun to do.
Now we were in 7th grade and I hadn't seen Jason's wiener for about a year.
I had flashed him a few times in the summer, but he just laughed and stopped
flashing me back.
When we would change clothes, he would always turn away. Even if we were
going to the beach or water park and he had to change naked, he would turn
his back to me. Once the room was full of people changing and he still faced
away from me to change. That means everybody else got to see his wiener
except for me and I was probably the only one who wanted to see his wiener.
When I was sleeping over at his house and we were laying in his bad, I asked
him if he had hair down there yet.
"Yeah, I got some," he explained.
"So do I. Want to see?" This was my chance.
"No. That's kid stuff. I believe you." Damn. Kid stuff? Well we were kids,
weren't we?
The next day, we were just watching some crap on TV and I decided to try
again. "How big is your wiener? When it's hard?"
He looks at me. "Why do you want to know?" Damn, I was busted.
"I just wondered if mine was normal size. You know."
"Ok. Mine's 5 and a half inches. Is that what you wanted to know?"
"Yeah." Fuck, he didn't ask me how big mine was. "Mine's five and three
fourths. Want to see?"
"No, that's kid stuff. I believe you." Shot down again.
Kid stuff? What's his problem with Kid stuff?
I didn't bring it up for a few weeks because I didn't want him to think I
was weird or anything.
I kept thinking about his comments about us not being kids anymore and all
the wiener stuff being kid stuff. It took me a few horny months but I
finally got an idea. If it was kid stuff he didn't like, maybe he would like
grown up stuff.
I saved my allowance until I had ten dollars, and then went to the 7-11 by
my house. There were bums hanging out that I didn't want to talk to, So I
walked around and kept coming back until I saw what I wanted; it was a young
guy with piercings.
I ran across the parking lot. "Excuse me; would you buy me a Playboy?" I
reached into my pocket and pulled out my ten dollars (five ones and a five).
Please? You can keep the change."
"You want Playboy? Hustler's got better pictures."
"Ok, Hustler. Thanks."
He takes the money and soon comes back out. The magazines in the bag and he
hands me my change.
"You can keep the change," I remind him.
"That's cool. You can have it back. I remember when I was 12."
Fuck, I was 13, not 12, but I didn't say anything.
My wiener was hard during this transaction but the piercings guy didn't even
notice. I wasn't hard because of the naked girl pictures in the magazine. I
was hard thinking about if my friend would think it was kid stuff. I
desperately wanted to see his wiener; especially if I could see it hard.
It almost burned a hole under my mattress until he came over after school
Thursday.
"I got some porn," I bravely announce.
He looks at me funny.
"Porn. You know, naked girls, tits. You want to see?"
He still looks at me funny. He doesn't answer. I decide to take the next
step and pull up my mattress and pull out the magazine. I sit on my bad and
wait for him to sit next to me. He does!
I start turning the pages of the magazine. After only a few pages, I decide
to try one more time with him. "I'm hard." He doesn't say anything. "I got a
boner." He doesn't even look at me. He just looks at the magazine. Damn! I
decide to get super brave.
"Hold it." I hand him the magazine. He takes it. I slowly start to undo my
pants. He doesn't look or say anything. He continues to turn the pages in
the magazine as I slide down my pants and boxers to my knees.
My boner is unleashed. He doesn't look. He's staring at the magazine, still
turning pages.
I grab my hard wiener and start to jack off! Still he doesn't even peek over
or anything. Since he's not looking my way, even a tiny bit, I get to look
at him instead of the magazine as I pound the hell out of my dick. I am
shaking the bed with my furious jacking. In only about two minutes, my jizz
shots out onto my belly. Still he doesn't look over. I wipe it on and pull
up my pants and boxers.
Damn him, he still doesn't look or say anything. I can tell he's got a
boner. He's not even trying to hide it. I guess he's bored with the porn
because he hands me the magazine back. I take it and continue turning pages
as if I give a damn.
Shit! He starts to undo his pants. In just a few seconds, he's got his pants
down just enough to let out his boner. I can't see it fully and I can't see
any hair because of the angle I'm sitting at, plus I don't want to get
caught looking.
He starts to stroke. I try to look sideways at him as much as possible.
He starts to lean back and pulls the magazine a little with his free hand. I
lay back down with him holding up the magazine and now have an excellent
view of his wiener. It looks yummy. After a little he pulls up his shirt and
I get a good look at his small amount of hair. And then. His Sperm!
He doesn't wipe it in, just pulls up his boxers and shorts. I lay down the
magazine and we are just looking at each other. Not knowing what to say or
do, I just lay there looking into his deep dark eyes.
"That was stupid," he finally says.
"Yeah, stupid," I agree. "But fun. Right?"
"I guess."
We don't talk to each other for the next few days. He's basically avoiding
me. Then near the end of school he asks, "You still got that magazine?"
"Yeah." Halleluiah!
"Uh...can I come over? To look at it?"
"Yeah, of course. You want to come over today?"
"Yeah, if it's cool." Oh yeah, it's very cool.
He seems a little embarrassed when we get up to my room. I decide to be the
brave one and start to strip totally naked. When I get to my boxers, I
pause. Yes, he's got a boner in his pants, but he's only kicked off his
shoes. I decide to go for it and pull off my boxers, looking at the magazine
now totally naked.
"You want me to hold it for you?" At first I thought he meant hold my boner
for me, then I realized he meant the magazine.
"Yeah." He holds it and turns pages and I jack off. It takes only a little
more than a minute, then I come.
He pulls up his shirt and hooks it over his head. He pulls down his shorts
and boxers together to his knees. I get a real good look at his boner and
hair. After jacking for a little bit, he pulls his pants all the way to his
ankles so he can spread his legs apart. Since I'm holding the magazine, he
uses his free hand to play with his balls as he jacks. I have a good view of
everything. After a few minutes, he tenses up and shoots a million drops of
sperm all over his stomach and even some on my bed spread. He calms down
then looks at me, very embarrassed.
"Sorry man. It was out of control."
"Jesus. How long had it been?"
"Four days."
"Damn."
"Yeah. Sorry about the bed spread. You want me to clean it up?"
"No, I can do it." I have no choice now, but to get the Kleenex off my table
and give him some to clean up with. I have to clean up too and soon we are
both dressed.
"You play with your balls when you jack?" I ask.
"I guess." I can tell he's embarrassed, so I stop talking about it.
Apparently he's only into stuff when he's horny and afterwards, he's
embarrassed about it. I can live with that.
"I got my allowance. Want to come with me tomorrow? We can buy a new
magazine."
"Maybe," he says, but I can tell he wants to come over.
We wait outside until we see a young guy. "Hey, would you buy me a
Penthouse? I got money."
He takes the money and in a few minutes, we are heading home with a new jack
off magazine. It isn't long before we are both hard and horny. I start to
strip naked again and he holds the magazine for me.
"You can get naked too. We can do it together. We can race." I'm not sure
what he will say, but when he starts to strip, I get very excited. This time
he pulls off his shirt and kicks his shorts and boxers all the way off. We
are both naked except he still has on his socks. I hold it for him so I can
get a good look. I play with mine while he jacks and plays with his balls.
I jack with one hand, holding the magazine in the other. But you can be damn
sure I'm not looking at the stupid magazine. I'm looking at Jason jacking
off and playing with his balls. I have to slow down so I don't come first. I
want to enjoy as much of a show as he's willing to give. And boy is he
giving a show. I guess he's over his embarrassment because he really gets
into it. He's jacking, squeezing and almost got his eyes closed as he jacks
like there is no tomorrow. It's like he has forgotten that I'm there. Which
is fine with me as I want to watch him and enjoy the view.
He holds his breath for a long time before he finally spurts all over his
stomach and lets a few fly on my bedspread again. He slows down and just
lays there recovering very slowly. Now that he's back paying attention, I
have to stop staring at him. I start to jack good now and in a few seconds,
he grabs the magazine and turns the pages for me thinking I gave a shit
about naked girls.
I come and he grabs the magazine and looks at it, his spermy deflating boner
still hanging out while I get the Kleenex. We clean and dress. I go to the
bathroom to pee and flush our sperm tissues. He's still laying/sitting on my
bed.
"Hey, you ever read these letters?" he asks.
"No."
"They're pretty hot."
"What are they about?"
"Guys getting laid. It's like real sexy stuff. Can I take it with me?" He
means the Penthouse.
"No man, it has to stay here. But you can come over any time you want and
look at it. Or read it. Or whatever." I don't want him to take it. I want
him to have to jack off at my house. That's what I bought the stupid
magazine for to begin with.
I walk him to the door. "So you want to come over again tomorrow? After
school?"
"Probably." Excellent!
The next day, rather than get naked and jack off, he just want to read the
letters. I sit next to him, close, so I can pretend to read the letters
also. Every time he adjusts himself or moves, I get a good look at his boner
in his shorts. It's nice.
"Dude, did you read this one?" He points.
"What's it about?"
"This guy gets a blowjob in the carwash. It's fucking hot."
"Yeah?" I pretend excitement.
He starts to read it out loud to me. I pretend to be into it and horny about
the letter. I am horny, but it's because I know that soon he will be naked
and jacking off again.
"Damn. That was hot," he says after reading the letter.
"Yeah." I grab my boner. "I'm ready to jack now."
"Would you read it to me? While I jack?" he asks staring to get undressed.
This time he even takes off his socks. This is the first time I've seen him
totally naked.
Damn. I can't read it to him and watch him jack off. "Yeah."
I read, he jacks. I sneak as many peeks as I can. When I finish the letter,
he's still jacking. I use this opportunity to turn the pages again for him
and now get a good show.
He leaves his sperms on and his clothes off. "Want me to read one to you?
While you jack?" he asks me.
"Yes," I say getting totally naked, If he's reading to me, he won't be able
to tell that I'm looking at his nakedness and bonerness.
I don't even know what the letter was about except it kept his dick hard.
After a few paragraphs, I sperm. He continues reading silently as I clean
up. Since he's still naked, I stay naked. Duh.
"Damn. I miss I could get a blow job," he announces, still hard.
"I'll give you one," I say before thinking. Damn. I quickly add, "For a
hundred dollars."
He smiles. "I'll give you twenty."
"What?"
"I'll give you twenty dollars for a blow job." He grabs his boner. "Right
now."
I pretend to be thinking it over. "I don't know man. That's kind of gay. I
don't want a bad reputation."
"I'll never tell. Come on man, I'm horny."
Yeah, but not as horny as I am. I pretend disgust as I get close to his
dick. I quickly just plop it onto my mouth. It takes a few tries to get it
in right and for us both to be comfortable. Soon I'm sucking away, while
he's reading away. Even though he just jacked, it doesn't take long to him
to come. I pull off my mouth and jack him as he comes, not wanting to look
too gay or desperate.
"Damn," he says after recovering.
"What was it like?"
"Excellent. Was it gross sucking?"
"Not that bad. I just pretending I was sucking my own dick," I easily lie.
"Yeah, I've tried that. No way can I reach."
"I'll give you twenty dollars if you suck my dick," I tell him.
"What?"
"I'll give you twenty. I'm horny man." Yeah, horny for him.
After a little discussing, he finally agrees. "You come in my mouth, I'll
bite it," he ends with.
"Ok. I'll give you lots of warning." And I do. He jacks me when I come.
This is sure not kid stuff anymore.